Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take A Hit , by - Mack 10. Song from the album Keep Their Heads Ringin', in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1994
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Take A Hit |
| Relax facin, facin mind-bogglin hallucinations |
| Easy does it til the skull get your lungs full |
| Take a deep ???, sit back cos Mack |
| got that bu-yow shit that get’cha higher than wick-wack |
| Is hard as stone alone, it’s always on Never home-grown totin cos the streets made me potent |
| Down since '84 now live for '95 |
| Got it swingin while some niggas bangin, I’m dope slangin |
| for my everyday expenses, know the consequences |
| The bigger the sack, the bigger the sentence |
| No time for repentance, put it down |
| count the stripes that I tally |
| Runnin backstreets and alleys thru Inglewood, Cali |
| So back the fuck up, don’t act the fuck up Never slip from the hit |
| Triple-six in the clip when I trip |
| So busters beware, never dare to have quams |
| with that nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombs |
| Take a hit |
| Can you feel it nigga? |
| Nothin can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit |
| Get’cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket |
| Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate |
| thai, I Mack 1−0, gunho |
| Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo |
| Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillas |
| Tragic when you catch it, runnin from my magic |
| TAADOW! |
| New Jackin got it crackin like Nino’s |
| Stackin like casinos, bomb like the primos |
| Make your crack dough black, attack like karate |
| Always beamed up like Scotty, I control your body |
| leave ya numb, redrum, slug like a Dodger |
| Nothin bomber than this Westside ghetto ganga |
| Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems |
| heavy as a Chevy, too much for a triple beam |
| Fiend for the microphone, one pop ya drop |
| And it don’t stop, I can’t stop |
| Mack 10 and it won’t stop |
| So take a hit (I'm gonna get you high today) |
| Shiit! |
| (I'm gonn get you high today) |
| Shiit! |
| Got that one-hitter quitter shit so take a whiff |
| Need a torch to light my spliff, work the late night shift |
| Get my drift? |
| Had it sewed up ever since I showed up Cookin up boulders, got a crew fulla soldiers |
| claimin B’s, claimin C’s, everybody Gs Went from laces to Deez, from mo’C’s to ki’s |
| What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin |
| like your sane, I sippin, funky germ dippin |
| Make you tweak, lose sleep, I creep like a phantom |
| Ran em then I win em, all up in em like venom |
| Got the lotions, slow motion, hit the magic potion |
| Don’t panic, satanic, devotions, convulsions |
| Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out |
| Hides behind a stockin while the bomb’s tick-tockin |
| Keep rockin and it don’t quit, it’s Mack 10 the shit |
| So press your luck but’cha know you can’t fuck wit it Take a hit |